He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.
She'd stare at him a little confused, then her composure would change completely, I could tell that she felt threatened by his words. As for what she would do in response, that remained to be seen, but I'd ensure that the situation didn't escalate. I had been given express orders to take care of her, even if she was from a hidden village, I wouldn't allow her to be in combat with a general and another that was basically a general. It wasn't much for the sake of her, it was for the sake of our normal village and its normal people. If a fight broke out between three people that were at general level, it would spell the death of everyone that wasn't a magician. It got even worse as the magic that the giant used was devastating. It left nothing, and coupled with his true mana and familiar, it would spell doom for me as well. I was a great water mage, but I couldn't have made water, or ice for that matter, cold enough to quench the all-consuming flames and slag he'd create.